【Taizhong】Desperado

Chapter 13 Lock

Chapter 14

The dream time is not too long, but it is not short, at least the sensory experience brought to each other is pleasant and true.

A successful bond is comparable to an intoxicating orgasm, and in the love affair they've just made, both have been emotional, which is not their usual style, but no one regrets it.When the sexual desire is exhausted, the emotions of wanting to be tender come to mind, and they point to each other to explore each other's life passages in their brains: he was born in the joy of his parents, broke up with his first love girlfriend after a downpour, The street they walked through when they first became Bloodhunters, the two people met for the first time was not very pleasing to the eye.Osamu Dazai has read the past called "Nakahara Chuya" thousands of times - his rich and happy boyhood, the sadness and desolation when he went home one day and lost his parents, and the courageous decision when facing the enemy.

Only love.For the two of them, it may not be called "love" and "affection" at all.Osamu Dazai searched for his emotional context thousands of times, and was delighted to find that he was the only special exception, so special that in Chuya Nakahara, he could never describe it in words. The individual is silent, undefinable.The feelings and emotions between them are jumping and unstable, and they can't create a little bit of continuity even if they get along day and night, but they are so sure that there is no past to rely on, and there is no future at the end.

This special but strong emotion bursting from the bottom of his heart made Osamu Dazai kiss the side of Chuya Nakahara's neck, and lick the thin and warm skin with the tip of his tongue. If he was a vampire, Chuya Nakahara felt that he might be killed in the next second. He bites, sucking the blood dry.

Nakahara also let him do whatever he wanted, comfortably curled up on Dazai's naked chest, a sexual love with connection seemed to completely emptied his soul, making him lazy and sleepy.His hair was disheveled and he didn't care to tidy it up, and there were wet traces of sexual desire between his legs, when he opened his eyes, he could see the scratches of nails on Dazai's slender arms, which were the imprints he left on Dazai when he was sexually aroused.

From today, the two have another weakness, a weakness named after each other.

They all know it's bad for their careers.Once the enemy knows who their other half is, it will increase the risk of life safety.

"I know what's going on in your head right now." After a short rest, Nakahara Zhong also loosened his tightly intertwined fingers, naturally disconnected the two, and yawned from lack of sleep, "Worry about me? Come on, you might as well think about how to keep you from 'causing trouble' for me."

His tone was serious and ironic, but Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the bed, smiled, with a reassuring arc raised at the corner of his mouth, elegant and brisk.

"But Zhong also chose me, the person who will 'get into trouble' for you."

Nakahara Chuya originally wanted to say that life is too short and loneliness is too long, and a person who is sloppy in all aspects can just make do with it, but this excuse is obviously not even convincing to himself.He just put Osamu Dazai into his mind, presenting everything about himself since birth——because of what?Because of an unshakable trust.

On the contrary, he was also allowed to enter Osamu Dazai's mind and saw many scenes.But unexpectedly, although he has spied a lot of Dazai Osamu's secrets, he cannot see more and more important things.I don't know whether it was Dazai's intention or the past was buried too deeply, he kept trying to open those closed doors in Dazai's mind, but all of them returned in vain.

"Because you still have secrets, some... secrets that even the partner who gets into your head can't see."

Osamu Dazai gave a thoughtful "hmm", obviously, he was also very clear about the secret he was hiding.It was clear that he had locked them up on purpose so that no one could touch them.

The memory is anything but terrible or sad.Zhong Yuanzhong also listened to his heartbeat and guessed.

"I don't know if these would be better for you," Dazai smiled, took his hand again, and kissed his fingers one by one with his soft lips, "You should trust me."

"Are you speaking with reason now, or are you speaking with emotion?" The temperature of Dazai's lips remained on the kissed fingers, and the fragmented warmth made his heart itch.

"I'm trying to stay rational and talk to you," Dazai's low voice clung to his ears covered with shattered hair, and the intimacy made him tremble, "but now... I want to be 'emotional' to your body Now, what do you say?"

"Dazai."

"Ok?"

Before he had time to react in the future, Zhong also took the initiative to kiss the corner of his lips, taking whatever he wanted.

When they kissed, he didn't notice a flash of blood in those beautiful black eyes for a moment.

Osamu Dazai is not without problems, even Nakahara, who has established a relationship with him both physically and mentally, thinks so.The increasing frequency of AWOL makes him look mysterious, cunning, and untrustworthy.He once tried to find out where Osamu Dazai disappeared after a while through the connection between two people, but the effect was obviously not great. A more complicated and insurmountable block lay in front of the natural connection—Obviously Dazai What he did, he didn't want Nakahara to find him.

After the failure of the Nth negotiation, the Central Plains finally broke out.That night he scolded Osamu Dazai to his face for being a complete asshole, not worthy of anyone's trust at all, he failed everyone.When he was yelling, he smashed the glass of the bathroom with his fist, and the shards of glass shattered all over the floor. When it fell, it scratched his instep and the palm of his hand, and blood was drawn out, but the pain that should have been felt has long been gone. Rising rage overlays.

Osamu Dazai's eyes darkened, he didn't explain or refute, he stretched his slender arms towards him until his palm rested on his subordinate's shoulder, he ordered him to calm down and shut up.

I have to admit that the hormonal nature is the most difficult to overcome. His stubbornness succumbed to Osamu Dazai's aura and was gradually suppressed. He was not reconciled, but his whole body was firmly controlled by the dominating aura.For a moment, Nakahara even had the illusion that his legs were so weak that he would kneel on one knee, facing his king.

That's right, from the moment the relationship was established, from the moment they opened their hearts unequal to each other, their relationship was established, right?Osamu Dazai is king, but he may be a slave.

The king's kindness is just playful, and the cruel and indifferent desire to control is the nature of the ruler.

By the time Osamu Dazai removed the palm on his shoulder, his anger had already cooled down.He is not sad, he has already killed the cowardly emotion of sadness.

He thought that he should press Dazai, this ungrateful thing against the wall, and punched him until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen beyond recognition, but just as he clenched his fists tightly, he raised them and let them down again.

Why be true, why be true?He is Chuya in the Central Plains, he belongs to himself, he should not belong to anyone, even if it is emotion, he should have the final say, not just ignite.This is outrageous.

Dazai's eyes, in his opinion, were full of sarcasm and indifference.

He didn't care about the injuries on his hands and feet at all, picked up the coat that was left beside him, put on his hat, and glanced at Dazai: "Although I don't know what you want to do, Dazai, but if I catch you..."

He paused, his eyes filled with the coldness of the end of the year.

"I will kill you."

……

All the time and events in this dream are continuous, Zhongyuan Zhong also stood in a corner from the perspective of a third party and looked at the past images. A thought took hold of him deeply, telling him that all these dreams called memories were real.

From lingering to broken, from passion to coldness.

"Chuya, here is your letter, please read it."

"What? Who left it?"

"Ah...it's the one who just left, the newcomer from the next department, who said it was an A-level file."

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't have any impression of the newcomer he was talking about. In order to hurry up, he put the envelope in a pile of documents and returned to his desk. Then he went to a meeting and was out of work.

He didn't remember the letter until he was about to get off work. He hurriedly opened it and found that there was only a piece of handwritten letter inside.

His memories here turned into a pitch-black color, as if he had reached the darkest part of his heart that he didn't want to touch.

The letter was written by Fyodor Dostoevsky, a man he knew, a vampire known for his cunning, who told him in the letter that he knew all about Osamu Dazai's secret activities, and willing to tell him.

The ordinary words seem to have been cast with the most profound magic power, firmly attracting Chuya Zhongyuan.

He prepared everything, and according to the instructions in the letter, he left everyone and went to the port alone, but suddenly lost consciousness halfway, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the darkest coffin, with moldy wood and death everywhere. The smell of mice.

The man in the funny, tasteless hat saluted him and called himself Fyodor Dostoyevsky.

"Relax, my friend, and welcome to the Mouse of the Dead House."

If that's what the man said the welcome was, it was in a rather unpleasant, violent and unreasonable way.

"I know why you came here," Fyodor walked around the coffin, then stopped in front of Nakahara Chuya, bent down, and cut straight to the point, "How does it feel not to be trusted by your significant other? Your domination Hiding from you, do you know why?"

As a blood hunter, he still has a deep sense of vigilance when facing the blood race: "Don't talk nonsense, tell me, this is the purpose of my coming."

"Chuya Nakahara, you look really anxious, don't you?" The man's eyes were full of vulgar and boring playfulness, slowly crawling across his body like a snake, disgusting him.

"If you're not going to speak, I'm sorry, but I think I'm sorry."

"Who said I'm not going to speak? Huh?" Fyodor grinned gloomily, "I was just thinking about how I can tell you more tactfully that 'Your ruler is a vampire'."

"Hey, but it seems that it is unnecessary now." His chatter was tiresome, "I, I slipped my mouth."

Fyodor laughed wryly again, admiring his ever-changing expression in a very good mood.

Fyodor Dostoevsky seemed to enjoy the time spent with him.Obviously he hated Osamu Dazai terribly, but the old vampire repeatedly denied this, saying instead that he loved Osamu Dazai deeply, more than anyone else.

"How could I hate him?" He asked back, "After all, he was created by me, it can be said to be my first work."

"But you can't control the thoughts of your 'work'," Nakahara Nakaya began to calm down after being shocked, and taunted back. At this moment, he had the illusion that he was actually partial and in love with Dazai Osamu, "I don't think I'm just an old man. waste?"

"It was he who betrayed me from the very beginning," Fyodor seemed to be recalling an unforgivable incident, his facial expression gradually grim, "I gave him life and let him live forever with me, but he, a coward, escaped." and even returned to human life.”

"That's really great." Fyodor's angry appearance surpassed tens of billions of famous paintings in the eyes of Zhongyuan Zhongya, which made him feel happy, "That unreliable guy in Dazai has done a right thing. "

"No, among the many things he has done, none of them are right!" Fyodor pinched Chuya Nakahara's chin with his fingers. The natural strength of the blood race made him irresistible. No, "Do you know which one is the most wrong?"

He was pinched, unable to speak at all, and let the other party slaughter him.

"The worst thing is that I found you, but didn't suck you up like a food, but let you get him—"

"..."

"The blood race should not be controlled by human emotions, even if he was once a human—" Fyodor licked his dry but deep lips, and smiled sinisterly, "So I intervened, I can't see He degenerates into a vampire with no pursuit."

Looking at Chuya Nakahara, his eyes turned bloodthirsty crimson.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky grabbed the back of the neck of Chuya Nakahara, who was unable to move, and his fangs aimed at the thin skin on the side of the neck, under which sweet and warm fresh blood flowed.

He could have a full meal, and then throw the man's body at Osamu Dazai, mocking him.

He had planned it that way.

But Osamu Dazai who arrived in time shattered his plan.

However, this cunning vampire was not angry or anxious at all. Instead, he welcomed the unexpected visitor with joy—after all, he was not surprised, and even delighted, by the visit of his old friend Osamu Dazai.

to be continued.